Saratoga Trunk Page #11

Sure is comical

how a woman likes

to put her mark

on a man with a needle.

You couldn't rest

nor wait

till you had me crawling

with all those fancy initials

on my shirts

and handkerchiefs.

I look to wake up some day and

find a big "c" branded on my rump.

Bart hasn't asked me

to marry him.

He isn't

the asking kind.

You got to tell him.

Sure was different

in new orleans.

Why can't it be

like that here?

You were mighty sweet

those days.

Ornery,

but mighty sweet.

Clint, cheri.

You're not leaving me.

Take me with you.

All the way?

Me the boss?

When will you be back?

Why?

I want you to take me

to the ball saturday.

I thought you were

fixing to go with bart.

I was, but...

better go with him.

Adios, honey.

And good luck.

I know. I heard,

and i won't pretend

that it was accidental.

Why doesn't

he understand?

What man ever did?

It isn't the money!

I want security,

protection, respectability-

things that have been very scarce

on my side of the

family, even my own mama.

I know about your mother and her

mother and all the other generations

of getting the dirty end

of the bargain.

Mama and all she

stood in new orleans

and all that

i saw in paris,

that was something to

make one really sick!

I won't be treated

like her!

I won't! I won't!

No need to, if you follow my advice.

No, mrs. Bellop.

I think i'll just

go on alone.

I don't want you

to think i'm ungrateful.

You've been honest,

and you've been good.

Here. Please take this.

You're the only woman

who's shown me kindness.

See here, clio. I'm going

to stand behind you anyway-

just in case-

because i like you,

and i don't like

clarissa van steed.

And just to prove what a

sentimental fool i can be,

here's your ring.

Hang onto your jewelry, i always say.

It's a woman's

best friend.

Hi, clint.

Hi, al.

You boys ready?

Yep.

Get them aboard, al.

All right, men.

Climb on.

Now what are you

doing here?

I came to fight.

You gonna fight,

i gonna fight, too.

Did she send you?

Nah. I run away.

Doggone if i haven't got

a mind to tan you good.

How did you know

where i was going?

I listened at the keyhole.

I heard everything.

This is gonna be

a fine fight.

I'm gonna punch 'em

in the stomach.

I'll learn you to flap those

big ears of yours at keyholes.

Get on away from here.

Go home!

Please, mr. Clint,

let me stay.

I can fight.

I'm strong.

Get going,

you little half-pint.

I'm a man,

mr. Clint.

Now go home and

take care of the womenfolk

the way i told you.

Get her rolling, al!

'Board!

Pull your shades

down, men!

Like i said, no guns-

only the butts in a pinch,

and maybe the other end

if they start shooting first.

Every station between

here and binghamton,

we're in and out

before they can

telegraph word ahead.

We throw them out and leave a

bunch off behind to hold the fort.

When you hear one whistle from

the engine ahead, that means ready.

When you hear three,

pile out.

Three more, pile on in

and on your way.

Understand?

Yeah.

Yeah.

First stop, boys.

Hold onto your hats.

Get rolling, al!

You men, stay here

and hold the fort.

Bainbridge.

Only 30 miles to binghamton,

the end of the line.

Lordy, lordy, lordy.

Bad?

What is it?

Soule's got wind of it.

He's starting a train

from the other end.

Better get word to

the colonel if we can.

Lordy, lordy, when

those two trains meet...

we've got to get him

in this tunnel.

Now get going!

'Board!

Come on, get on.

Don't worry, chief.

We'll pile 'em up,

and they'll never

get to binghamton.

These texans

are pretty tough,

but if we can wreck them,

there won't be any fight.

But get ready to jump

when you get the signal,

and if any of those cowhands get

out of the wreck, boff 'em up.

Any sign of them yet?

Nope.

Next stop,

binghamton, boys.

Mighty pretty country.

Hey, wait a minute.

Wonder what's up.

Did you whistle

for me?

There's a train

coming.

No train due along here

now, is there?

No, but there

sure is one coming.

I can feel it

on the rails.

Better let them know

we're in the tunnel.

They must have

heard us.

They're trying to

whistle us down.

Keep that throttle open!

We can only nail them

in that tunnel.

They're

still coming.

Maybe soule's gotten wise

and is trying to head us off.

They wouldn't try and ram

us in here, would they?

They might.

Give her all you got and

let's get out of this tunnel.

The boys can't jump.

I won't signal them

till we get out of here.

We made it!

Yeah, and there they

are, coming like a-

come on!

What are you waiting for?

Aah!

Cupidon, you little son

of a gun, get out of here!

Ooh!

Hey, hey,

hey, boss!

Hey, it's clint!

There's one.

Get him.

Where is everybody?

Angelique!

Now, where

have you been?

Upstairs,

looking for-

fasten my dress.

Why aren't you here

when i need you?

Something frets me.

I wish we'd never come

to this place. I hate it.

I wish we'd stayed

in paris.

I wish we'd stayed

in new orleans.

Not even he cares

anymore.

He leaves me alone.

Oh, baby...

like my beautiful rita.

I'm not rita,

i'm clio.

I shall make my life

the way i said.

No weeping,

no whimpering.

I'm strong again.

I'll let him go.

Vache! That gascon

with his swagger.

Oh, he's not

a gascon.

He doesn't swagger.

You know what i think?

I think we seen

the last of him-that one.

How dare you say

that he won't be back?

He'll be here tonight

for the ball.

He'll go

as a real cowboy

with chaps and

spurs and everything.

And cupidon

is going as-

cupidon is...

where at?

He's probably

hanging around

those stables

somewhere.

Cupidon

is with him.

Ah, he can't be.

How do you know?

Everybody in the hotel is talking.

They have some big,

dangerous plan.

Cupidon must have hid

himself away somewhere

when mr. Clint

went out,

and now

he's with him.

Well, i'll whip him! I'll take

my riding crop, and i'll whip him!

What plan?

What dangerous plan?

It started at this

albany or someplace.

Mr. Clint and a whole crowd of men,

taking each station

along the way

as if they was

fighting a war.

If anything happens to

cupidon because of him,

i'll kill him!

No! Angelique,

what stupid talk!

Nothing will happen

to them.

Something frights me.

I got a feeling

deep down-

no, angelique!

Don't say such things!

I knew this texas

bring us bad luck.

I knew you'd turn out

like your mama-

no luck with menfolks.

You fixing to marry

a millionaire,

and all the time

you crazy in your head

for that vache,

and he leave you,

just like mr. Nicholas-

now...

let me fix you.

What's going on in here?

That great cow.

What a to-do. I could

hear you way down the hall,

screeching like a

of couple fishwives.

Listen, my child, old lady

van steed knows who you are.

She's going to expose

you at the ball tonight.

She'll say nothing till she

gets you in front of an audience,

and then, squash-

no more countess.

I shall not be

at the ball.

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